Don't
believe the things you've heard about turning. There is no burning
pain that feels as if your flesh is being ripped from your limbs; no
blood boiling through your veins or some all-consuming torture. Nor
does it feel like pleasure. There is no sweet moment of overpowering
ecstasy that makes your heart pound in its last few precious beats
and no taste of sweetness on your tongue.

It
is neither of these things, but a sudden absence of anything. This is
not your usual feeling of numbness that settles into your limbs and
keeps you aware of the things you should be feeling. No, this is the
complete loss of feeling; a black void where you forget even your
name.

I'd
imagine this is what it's like to die. You awaken from this to being
neither alive nor dead; silence echoing in your ears with the absence
of a comforting heartbeat, your senses pulling at you from a
distance.

And
then the thirst comes. Not a need, no that's far too human
an emotion, but a carnal pulling that makes you suddenly aware of all
your senses at once. These are not your mere human senses; suddenly
you can smell the blood pulsing, hear it rushing in your ears from
miles away. You cannot fight the full, all you can do is move towards
it with a grace you have never known; and you take your first warm,
delicious victim with deadly precision.

No,
vampires are not the romanticized creatures you know. They are cold,
animalistic creatures of the night; feasting on humans to survive.
There are no human emotions like guilt or pleasure, all we feel is
the most primal hunger for blood.

You
can cling to your novels with your romantic vampires for that human
need of security, if you must. Humans have always loved their
fairytales.

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